Chapter 89
Chapter 89:
I had a headache from my earlier drinking session, but Ghazi was patient, giving me some aspirin for it. He stayed close to me, his hand resting on the small of my back as we made our way to his residence. He called it his country cottage. I, however, would call it a freaking huge mansion.
His men carried our bags, some walking ahead of us like they were part of his security team. I’d seen a few of them before when we were out with Jacqueline, and others were stationed in his apartment building.
There were men in suits here and there, and only then did I realize their importance, especially since I was still nursing my headache. Everything finally clicked into place.
“You have security? Why?” I asked as we stepped into the grand entrance of the mansion, or what he called his country cottage.
“Remy, I’m a successful businessman with more than enough enemies. I need to keep myself and my companions safe from harm. Don’t worry about my guards, they know about you. My inner circle knows about me being gay p>
“Oh p>
“Come on, let me show you around. I haven’t been here in a couple of years p>
“But…
This is yours?” I asked, looking up at the high ceiling and the lush garden visible through the French doors.
“It’s mine. I usually rent the place out to weekenders. Reims is a wine country, one of the most popular wine destinations near Paris…” He continued talking as I stayed close to his side.
There was something about listening to him speak—his deep, sexy voice made me want to lean in closer to his chest. And when I did, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and kissed my hair. This text is hosted at findno>“I want to take a shower,” I said when he showed me to the master bedroom and its ensuite.
The shower was beautiful, spacious, and airy, with soft lighting that made the room feel inviting.
“Of course, do you want company?” Ghazi replied.
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“Yes,” I smiled at him, already unbuttoning my shirt and unzipping my pants.
The water was perfect, warm and soothing. Ghazi was beyond perfection when he joined me, kissing me under the stream of water minutes later.
“How do you want me?” I asked, not wanting to let my mind wander too much. I didn’t want to think, not yet.
“I just… I just want to let myself go. Let someone else take control of me. I’m tired, Ghazi, please?” I rested my head against the crook of his shoulder, letting his arms wrap around me as my hands moved to his back.
“No begging, Remy,” he whispered, his voice low and calm. “You know I’ll do it. Face me, baby, hands above your head, wrists together. Keep them just like that for me p>
I followed his instructions without hesitation. I felt exposed, but the way he guided me only made me more aroused. He told me to part my legs, and when he pressed his thigh between them, he instructed me to grind against it. I moaned softly, and he gave me a devilish smirk before leaning in to deepen our kiss.
“Face the wall, hands beside your head p>
I followed every command, submitting to him completely. He was right—I didn’t have to beg. He anticipated every need, every desire, without me having to say a word. And when I finally let go, I felt free, floating as I released all my burdens and let him catch me.
He growled, moaning louder as he thrust deeper. I let him take control, wrapping his arms around me to keep me still. His lips latched onto the side of my neck, whispering sweet praises, cherishing every moment. And I let him. It was what I wanted.